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Victorian's recycled doll house

Victorian has evolved into a modern man for me, a stylish interior-decorator type rather than a romantic 19th century vagabond.

His house would be constructed of sturdy corrugated cardboard. I will decide what pieces I want to harvest from the recycling and preserve them. The exterior will be painted avocado green, the windows cut out with a box cutter. I will harvest his window panes from the hard plastic coverings from our electronics packaging. His rugs and hangings will be cross stitched. I can use my African or native inspired patterns for those. He will have lots of plants. I would love for him to have a rooftop vegetable garden and a solar panel. It will be really interesting if I can rig a small solar panel to furnish dollhouse circuitry with electricity. If not, he can do without electricity. His couches, bed, cushions could be made from my old clothes and stuffed with scraps. I could also try making much of his furniture from cardboard, at least a bookshelf and a bed frame. I could make his wardrobe from my old clothes as well of course.

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